"How much?" Qin Mo asked, gently tapping the large hole with her finger.
“Uh… five hundred taels.” Hoss’s senses were very sharp; he sensed the murderous aura emanating from Qin Mo. Could this handsome, slender young man also possess murderous intent?
Qin Mo ignored him and went straight to the street with her axe. The guards from both sides cleared a section of the street to serve as a temporary arena. The Wang family and Qin Mo each occupied one side, facing each other.
Seeing Qin Mo stand to the side carrying a broken axe, casually indicating that they could begin, Wang Yuyan and Huang Seshu gritted their teeth. They both felt this was utter contempt for their Wang family.
The longsword in Huang Seshu's hand shone brightly, even more brilliantly than before, indicating that he had pushed his vital energy to its limit. He assumed a fighting stance, and this stance alone drew cheers from those around him. The streets of Xizhou were filled with cultivators and warriors, all discerning individuals. After assuming his stance, Huang Seshu instantly transformed, becoming as steady as a mountain, his killing intent sharp as a blade.
Qin Mo looked at Huang Seshu with even more disdain. "What's the use of striking a cool pose? Go ahead and keep arguing if you want. I'm just watching the stars for a while." He had long since learned not to pose after being repeatedly tortured by Allen; his aura moved at his own pace, and he didn't need any elaborate posture to build up his presence.
The two faced off for a full half-cup of tea's time, with Qin Mo constantly looking up. At first, Huang Seshu thought it was a peculiar starting stance, but now he realized Qin Mo was simply resting. In an instant, the fire in his heart roared to life, and he was engulfed in rage. He shouted and charged straight at Qin Mo.
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